Rather than regale the three people reading this with the story of my complete nightmare trying to get home (beginning Wednesday at 5:30pm and ending when I crossed the threshold of my apartment at 7:00pm on Thursday), I'm just going to say this: I walked into my apartment 24 hours after I was supposed to take off from Chicago. Also, I'm tired and my brain hurts.

In other news, the wife's birthday is today, so last night, we went to the River Cafe in Brooklyn. We had a great table with an incredible view of downtown Manhattan, and the food was great. Tonight, we'll be heading out to Keats on the east side for some karaoke. If there's one thing that I do better than brain surgery, it's sing karaoke.

Labels: brain surgery, Chicago, Happy Birthday